"Well, I'm jolly glad to see you. Jim will be overjoyed, too. Come right up to your own room, and take off your things, while I go and speak to Cook. Anything particular you want for lunch?"
"No, thank you. Any old thing, so long as it's good. As if you ever had anything that wasn't salt of the earth!"
"Oh, Patty! You don't eat salt of the earth! Unless you're a cannibal!"
"I'd like to know what kind of salt you do eat, then! Run along,
Adele, and order a dressy luncheon. I am pretty hungry."
Mrs. Kenerley went off, and Patty stood for a moment, looking out of the window. "I did just the right thing," she said to herself. "Up here, where it's so quiet and peaceful, I can think things out, and know just where I stand. Down home, I shouldn't have had a minute to myself. It is beautiful here. So peaceful and calm."
Patty turned, as some one entered her room, and saw a maid, ready to unpack for her.
"I've only a suitcase, Tessie," she smiled. "I'm here but for two or three days."
"Yes, Miss Fairfield. It's good to see you again. What will you put on?"
"The little rose Georgette, please. Why, here are two of my frocks in this wardrobe!"
"Yes, you left them last summer, and Mrs. Kenerley said to leave them there against your next visit."